SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.4 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.4
Night I hesitated, but I wrapped my arms around Stan, and Stan did the same. Stan was warm, and he smelt really good, probably because he just took a shower, but he still smelt good. Stans breathing started evening out, He fell asleep. My eyes got heavier, and I soon fell asleep after he did.
I felt a weight on top of me. I also felt hot. I tried opened my eyes, and saw I wasnt in my own room. This was Stans room! I turned my head to expect Stan sleeping next to me, but I turned my head, and Stans nose touched mine. My reaction was to jump away, but I couldnt. My body felt to heavy. I turned my head back to see why I was f
Persevere Chapter TenPersevere
I think you more than anyone in this entire world could understand what Im going to tell you. But I just want you to know, that no matter what Ive said in the past, I would never want you dead. What you did was partly because of me. No it was because of me. It was all my fault. I dont think I could ever forgive myself for what you tried to do, because if I had been just a little stronger if I was half as strong as you are none of this wouldnt have happened. You wouldnt have gone to Camp New Grace. You and I would have never fought. And you wouldnt have jumped and moved to New York.
Speaking of which, I feel obligated to tell you whats going to in South Park, since youre no longer with us. I guess, in some ways, you were lucky to get out of this dead end town. The last time I talked with Kenny was while you were in the hospital. I cant apologize enough for not coming to visit y
Wendy And Bebe Kill KennyWendy shuddered as she felt Bebe's cold hand slid up her shirt, and clench tightly onto her left breast. The two girls were outside in the back lot of the school, trying to 'make up for lost time'. They had been secretly seeing each other for a while now, and Wendy still didn't have the heart to break the news to Stan. Although, Bebe wasn't about to let that damn fool Stan keep her from fulfilling her sexual urges.
Bebe closed her eyes as she led a trail of kisses up along Wendy's neck, until it finally met with the raven-haired girl's lips. Wendy let out a soft moan, and her beret toppled off her head and plopped onto the floor, where it was soon forgotten. Pressing her body up against the brick wall, Wendy tried to keep dominance in the passionate twisting of tongues, but she was beginning to lose her control.
'Augh...she's...really damn good at kissing...how am I supposed to beat her? Damn bitch...' Wendy had to admit.
"Mmm...Wendy...you taste so good...my sweet little cherry..." Be